章 295: Illusion in the Forest

Examining Deng Ximei's sylphlike face, Gu Jun's mind was frazzled. Illusions danced around the corner of his eyes. 'Did we meet when we were children or she is just making up stories?' He had read the stories that she wrote while in imprisonment, they were all fantastical stories based on her experience living in the countryside. The main characters were either plants or animals. They were extremely well-written so it suggested that the girl was a master story-teller, which Gu Jun had to be cautious about. 

"Indeed, I do not remember much." Gu Jun admitted. "It's like someone has placed a lock on my memory." He could not remember many details about his childhood before he was age 6 or 7. In terms of actual characters, other than his parents and the wilted faces from the Son of Misfortune evocation ritual, he could not remember any other person featured in his memory. He tried meditation and hypnosis but they were to no avail.